Zombies

I see them coming Their mangled stroll. Their eyes so black Revealing no soul. I hear their groans It burns my ears. We cannot stop them After all these years. Just one bite From this wretched beast, Your life will be over Humans will be your feast. Their numbers are great While ours are small. Still we take them, And we take them all. I raise my gun And aim it high. I pull my trigger And let the black blood fly. Others join in The guns echo loud. It is the only option On escaping this crowd. More shall come We expect no less. The zombies’ horde Will be a deadly mess.